Behold, the eternal seas of reprisal:
Of longing and mournful shadows cast over,
The oceans of uproar and upheaval – awash and stirred,
So longingly and unendingly, the oceans tremble with ferocious revelry,
With thundering voices clapping as roaring winter winds…
The sea beholds all darkness in such coldly remorseless bleakness –
The oceans shroud all things, of secrets and antiquities,
To mysteries and iniquities…the endless oceans roar in thunderous upheaval,
They are torn asunder by the clasps of daybreak, and veiled by midnight.
The oceans are filled with regret and sorrowful lament,
For they weep in solemnity, for their forbearance is unwept,
In untimely calamity, but…within retired humanity.
The eternal oceans rise, drowning man’s iniquities evermore,
The shores are stirred amidst chaos, awash…beholden,
The waters of transgression, the rivers of convergence,
For the diluted emptiness of glory once embraced,
Of awakened instantiable inception – to the embrasure of unknown,
And unseen perfection, foreverly more, now forlorn…
There exists deep within the eternal waters an unrivalled antithesis,
An angel cast down from the glory of his own splendour,
Of his own sedition – into darkness beheld perdition,
Shackled and imprisoned under the weight of the world,
With the sun keeping guard – know he will rise,
Know he shalt not be confound to defeat,
Though rather he shall wait for that momentous opportune,
For he is preying kingly, with gloomed eyes set on you.